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PNWA Conference Recap

This past weekend I attended the PNWA Conference. I was
extremely nervous about the conference going in because

A) I was going alone

B) I would be pitching to agents and editors

C) I was a finalist (!) in the middle grade literary contest

Each of these facts turned out to be delightful
opportunities. Because I was alone, I met several lovely, brilliant people and
had conversations about everything from writing, to publishing, to parenting
and work. I shared some of my greatest hopes and fears with total strangers,
and it was incredibly liberating. In particular, I spent a lot of time with a
very kind mystery writer from Japan, Charles Kowalski. (Can’t wait til he hits
it big and I get to say “I knew him when”! Go Charles!)

Because I pitched to agents and editors, I learned to think
about my work in a different way and I practiced the fine art of “boiling it
down”. In the end, I pitched to five industry professionals, (not including one
very kind agent who I practiced with though I knew she would pass). Three of
them requested a full MS and one requested a partial. Regardless of what comes
of these requests, it was an affirming and uplifting experience to pitch. The
agents and editors who attended were truly gracious, tireless, and friendly.

Last, but not least, being a finalist meant that I got to
wear a snazzy badge all weekend. Many folks congratulated me and I was totally
giddy when my name and photo were flashed at the awards ceremony. Alas, I didn’t
win, but two other folks at my table did and it was fun to celebrate with them.
And, there’s always next time…

All in all, the PNWA conference was a positive experience. Many
of the workshops were helpful, pitching was rewarding, and networking was downright
fun. Many thanks to the organizers and volunteers who made it possible and best
of luck to all the great folks who attended.

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